Well, she's not a sister as most people count sisters...if you know what I mean. But I count her as a sister...(and I can't say that about just anyone...)Originally Posted by motherhubbard
Well, she's not a sister as most people count sisters...if you know what I mean. But I count her as a sister...(and I can't say that about just anyone...)
Les Miserables,
Volume 1, Fifth Book, Chapter 3
Remember this, my friends: there are no such things as bad plants or bad men. There are only bad cultivators.
Now we're all just more curious than before, Bien!
Little Lotte thought of everything and nothing. Her hair was golden as the sun's rays and her soul as clear and blue as her eyes.
Gaston Leroux - The Phantom of the Opera
All of you know him .. he is the the loveliest philosopher and the smartest in the discussionsHoope darling, I am one busy on line mum... But I will share the responsiblity... Now go brush your teeth, have a shower and report back to me immediately,so we can have fun on litnet... And my dear, who's the young man? I should wish to have a few words to him. (Just kidding, you don't have to say if you don't want to)
He's NikolaiI , just don't be too hard on him , mom !
"He is asleep. Though his mettle was sorely tried,
He lived, and when he lost his angel, died.
It happened calmly, on its own,
The way the night comes when day is done."
Good choice Hoope. Sis approves. Nik is one of my favorite people here.All of you know him .. he is the the loveliest philosopher and the smartest in the discussions
He's NikolaiI , just don't be too hard on him , mom !
"But do you really, seriously, Major Scobie," Dr. Sykes asked, "believe in hell?"
"In flames and torment?""Oh, yes, I do."
"That sort of hell wouldn't worry me," Fellowes said."Perhaps not quite that. They tell us it may be a permanent sense of loss."
"Perhaps you've never lost anything of importance," Scobie said.
Oh thanks alot Haunted.. i knew you would stand beside me , love you sister !
"He is asleep. Though his mettle was sorely tried,
He lived, and when he lost his angel, died.
It happened calmly, on its own,
The way the night comes when day is done."
really? awwww!
"Come away O human child!To the waters of the wild, With a faery hand in hand, For the worlds more full of weeping than you can understand."
W.B.Yeats
"If it looks like a Dwarf and smells like a Dwarf, then it's probably a Dwarf (or a latrine wearing dungarees)"
Artemins Fowl and the Lost Colony by Eoin Colfer
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I wouldn't be hard on him, if he is with you then he must be a good guy. Lovely to know that you guys are together.All of you know him .. he is the the loveliest philosopher and the smartest in the discussions
He's NikolaiI , just don't be too hard on him , mom !
I guess I'll not be claimed. I'm just a loner here then.
Les Miserables,
Volume 1, Fifth Book, Chapter 3
Remember this, my friends: there are no such things as bad plants or bad men. There are only bad cultivators.
Didn't you say you have a sister here?
"But do you really, seriously, Major Scobie," Dr. Sykes asked, "believe in hell?"
"In flames and torment?""Oh, yes, I do."
"That sort of hell wouldn't worry me," Fellowes said."Perhaps not quite that. They tell us it may be a permanent sense of loss."
"Perhaps you've never lost anything of importance," Scobie said.
Well, I thought so, but she hasn't claimed me, so maybe not...
Les Miserables,
Volume 1, Fifth Book, Chapter 3
Remember this, my friends: there are no such things as bad plants or bad men. There are only bad cultivators.
Why don't you just announce her? Hoope did.
"But do you really, seriously, Major Scobie," Dr. Sykes asked, "believe in hell?"
"In flames and torment?""Oh, yes, I do."
"That sort of hell wouldn't worry me," Fellowes said."Perhaps not quite that. They tell us it may be a permanent sense of loss."
"Perhaps you've never lost anything of importance," Scobie said.
Thanks, Haunted, you are one of mine too.
Yes, it's due time for an announcementAnnouncements keep Lit Net alive!
Comman Bien ! Just say her name and who knows maybe she likes it !
"He is asleep. Though his mettle was sorely tried,
He lived, and when he lost his angel, died.
It happened calmly, on its own,
The way the night comes when day is done."
Funny, I thought intelligent discussion did!Announcements keep Lit Net alive!
I'm weary with right-angles, abbreviated daylight,
Waiting for a winter to be done.
Why do I still see you in every mirrored window,
In all that I could never overcome?
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